Pick up the Bones
Collecting pieces of my familyIn an old pillow caseThis one has a skullBut it don't have a faceΤhese look like the arms of my father so strongAnd the ring on this fingerMeans my Grandmother's gone
Here's some legs in a pileWhere my sister once playedHere's some mud made of bloodAnd these teeth are decayedThe ear of my brotherThe hand of a friendAnd I just can'tPut them back together again
Pick up the bonesAnd set them on fireFollow the smoke going higher and higherPick up the bonesAnd wish them goodnightPray them a prayer and turn out the light
There are stains on the floorWhere the kitchen once stoodThere are ribs on the fire placeMixed with the wood
There are forces in the airGhosts in the windSome bullets in the backAnd some scars on the skin
There were demons with gunsWho marched through this placeKilling everything that breathedThey're an inhuman race
There are holes in the wallsBloody hair on the bricksAnd the smell of this hellIs making me sick
Pick up the bonesAnd set them on fireFollow the smoke going higher and higherPick up the bonesAnd wish them goodnightPray them a prayer and turn out the light
Pick up the bonesAnd set them on fireFollow the scope going higher and higherPick up the bonesAnd wish them goodnightPray them a prayer and turn out the light
Now maybe somedayThe sun's gonna shineFlowers will bloomAnd all will be fineBut nothing will growOn this burnt cursed groundCause the breath of the deathIs the only sound